Saturday.”
“I
don’t think so, this Saturday is date night, and there’s only one person I’d
want to meet there.” Blood rushed to his cock when he thought of taking Jane in
one of those pitch black rooms. “I haven’t talked to her about it yet. Believe
me, I intend to.”
“Do
you trust me?”
****
The
next morning Jane sat at her favorite table in her coffee house, drinking a
cozy latte and stared at nothing in the direction of the window, her thoughts
full of Rob and Club Blind. It would be just her twisted kind of luck to have a
night of unbelievable passion with the man of her dreams and not even know it.
With
the contracts successfully delivered to Keller last night and Rob’s welcome packet
sent this morning, she wouldn’t have to talk to Rob for another two weeks, but
after a revealing conversation last night with Mistress Charlie, she’d promised
to call him. She picked at a chipped corner of her nail polish.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
She
looked in the direction of the deep voice and found Marcus examining her. “Just trying to get a bit of work done.” Her blank tablet
screen called her out.
“It
helps if you turn it on.”
“Thanks.”
She put her things in her bag. Clearly she wouldn’t be getting any work done
here today. “Have a seat. Is this a coincidence or were you looking for me?” She
couldn’t imagine which would be better or less embarrassing.
“I
was hoping to run into you, actually. I wanted to invite you back to Club Blind
this Saturday night.” He slid an invite across the table that read Date Night.
“What
are you up to, Marcus?” She searched his face for a hint of a joke and found
none.
“I’m
not sure you’d believe me if I told you.” He moved into the seat across from
her. “Have you ever seen a friend stand in the way of their own happiness?”
“Yes,
I have in fact,” she said. He gave her a knowing smile, but she didn’t think he
came here to talk about Anne.
“I’ve
listened to my friend talk and talk and talk about the woman he wants to be with.
Over the past two days, I thought he was finally going to get what he wanted,
but today he’s like the kid that didn’t get picked for a team on the
playground.” His lips pressed tight together, and his pinched expression left
her feeling accused and guilty. “You don’t have any reason to trust me, but you
and I never saw each other before last Saturday night, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,
that’s right.” Her shoulders tensed under the pressure. Communication is key . “Are you saying you
didn’t match me with Rob last Saturday?”
“The
club’s confidentiality policy forbids me from telling you anything. Date Night
is different. If you come, you’ll know who will be waiting for you.”
“Your friend who’s ready to move on?” She re-imagined
Rob’s contract from the perspective of someone who’s enjoyed the freedom of
working from home. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temple. “I
shouldn’t have assumed.”
“You
were trying to protect yourself. I’m guessing your personal experiences have
already proven relationships to be a minefield.”
“Most definitely.”
“Good,
I’m glad I found you today.”
In
that moment, she believed Rob was ready to move on. It was Jane that was
holding them back. Taking risks had never come easy for her, no matter how
often she practiced.
“I’m
giving you an opportunity here. Come to the club Saturday. You know exactly
what to expect, and I think it’s exactly what you need, which is not sitting here beating yourself up over a choice you
made.”
“Does
Rob know you’re here? Wait … don’t answer that.” She reached
out her hand. “Thanks, Marcus.”
“You
really do have the prettiest brown eyes.” He shook her hand and stood. “I’ll
see you Saturday.”
She
picked up the invitation and rubbed her thumb against the raised letters. The
ridges felt smooth against her skin. Back and forth, back and
“I
don’t think so, this Saturday is date night, and there’s only one person I’d
want to meet there.” Blood rushed to his cock when he thought of taking Jane in
one of those pitch black rooms. “I haven’t talked to her about it yet. Believe
me, I intend to.”
“Do
you trust me?”
****
The
next morning Jane sat at her favorite table in her coffee house, drinking a
cozy latte and stared at nothing in the direction of the window, her thoughts
full of Rob and Club Blind. It would be just her twisted kind of luck to have a
night of unbelievable passion with the man of her dreams and not even know it.
With
the contracts successfully delivered to Keller last night and Rob’s welcome packet
sent this morning, she wouldn’t have to talk to Rob for another two weeks, but
after a revealing conversation last night with Mistress Charlie, she’d promised
to call him. She picked at a chipped corner of her nail polish.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
She
looked in the direction of the deep voice and found Marcus examining her. “Just trying to get a bit of work done.” Her blank tablet
screen called her out.
“It
helps if you turn it on.”
“Thanks.”
She put her things in her bag. Clearly she wouldn’t be getting any work done
here today. “Have a seat. Is this a coincidence or were you looking for me?” She
couldn’t imagine which would be better or less embarrassing.
“I
was hoping to run into you, actually. I wanted to invite you back to Club Blind
this Saturday night.” He slid an invite across the table that read Date Night.
“What
are you up to, Marcus?” She searched his face for a hint of a joke and found
none.
“I’m
not sure you’d believe me if I told you.” He moved into the seat across from
her. “Have you ever seen a friend stand in the way of their own happiness?”
“Yes,
I have in fact,” she said. He gave her a knowing smile, but she didn’t think he
came here to talk about Anne.
“I’ve
listened to my friend talk and talk and talk about the woman he wants to be with.
Over the past two days, I thought he was finally going to get what he wanted,
but today he’s like the kid that didn’t get picked for a team on the
playground.” His lips pressed tight together, and his pinched expression left
her feeling accused and guilty. “You don’t have any reason to trust me, but you
and I never saw each other before last Saturday night, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,
that’s right.” Her shoulders tensed under the pressure. Communication is key . “Are you saying you
didn’t match me with Rob last Saturday?”
“The
club’s confidentiality policy forbids me from telling you anything. Date Night
is different. If you come, you’ll know who will be waiting for you.”
“Your friend who’s ready to move on?” She re-imagined
Rob’s contract from the perspective of someone who’s enjoyed the freedom of
working from home. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temple. “I
shouldn’t have assumed.”
“You
were trying to protect yourself. I’m guessing your personal experiences have
already proven relationships to be a minefield.”
“Most definitely.”
“Good,
I’m glad I found you today.”
In
that moment, she believed Rob was ready to move on. It was Jane that was
holding them back. Taking risks had never come easy for her, no matter how
often she practiced.
“I’m
giving you an opportunity here. Come to the club Saturday. You know exactly
what to expect, and I think it’s exactly what you need, which is not sitting here beating yourself up over a choice you
made.”
“Does
Rob know you’re here? Wait … don’t answer that.” She reached
out her hand. “Thanks, Marcus.”
“You
really do have the prettiest brown eyes.” He shook her hand and stood. “I’ll
see you Saturday.”
She
picked up the invitation and rubbed her thumb against the raised letters. The
ridges felt smooth against her skin. Back and forth, back and
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